Now Playing: Songs by Spongecola, Up Dharma Down, Hale, Moonstar 88, and Rivermaya
The fact that the day has turned anew and these eyes remain unclosed for no dreams have driven me to lay rest on soft comfort raises a sign that this sacred time permits an outflow of thoughts.
Thought #1:
It takes considerably less effort to attempt friendship than to stand firm in an unfriendly disposition toward a former desired; taking all of 3 miserable, inescapable weeks of giving conscious effort to move further and appear as though the consequences brought about are not even worth a fleeting thought. Weak, I know. However not all things turn sour under pressure, the result of my wavered mind: time and effort spent less on convincing myself to stay clear as I no longer feel a conscientious hand pushing me back.
Thought #2:
I really ought to thank my Dad. Certain kinds of food I have discovered are to my liking despite a horrible recollection of the past; the same goes for reading I suppose. If it weren't for his consistent nagging, I would never have found an interest in spending my days comfortably in bed with a book and a few "breaks" maybe (I shan't divulge the meaning as it must remain an inner truth for now). Sembreak this year will probably be spent on reading books. I'm on my 4th book already and I have no plans of losing interest. Currently I have put down Serpent's Shadow and trade it with a quite popular novel, Looking for Alaska; I have high hopes as I do for any book that its style and ideas prove to be more enticing than the advertising of people.
Thought #3:
Many including myself have lost the sense of patriotism to the country and have no inclination as to desiring to gain it back. The concert Ang Bagong Harana we had watched the previous night has imparted inspiration on Mom and now, as usual, I will never hear the end of it. Honestly I might not die for the country as much as I am willing to work for its better, brighter future that is constructed only by hope and prayers. Although in my own little way tonight I turn over to my culture and listen to songs composed and sung by local artists, OPM fills the room with its meaningful words and familiar tunes.
The songs play and play and stars they simply shine tonight. Infinity grows larger in these moments and time passes more slowly. Midnight flows into dawn ridding the past of its mistakes to pave way for new ones. For as the sun rises, the eyes that look toward the sky are made vulnerable to the massive world with new mistakes to be made and principles to stand by as we believe in Truth.
